Harry thought he should have been more startled himself. But after what had just happened, he was quite certain that Hermione was right; he was her boyfriend. He wasn’t sure if he knew what what love was, he just knew that he wanted to be with Hermione and make her happy, whether she had a furry little problem or not.

Madam Pomfrey eyed the two of them suspiciously and Harry wilted slightly. She conferred with the Healer in whispers. Then she turned back to Harry and said,

“You may stay, Mr. Potter. It is Miss Granger’s right to have someone with her during consultations, and as her parents can’t be here, you may stay and take their place.”

Harry and Hermione beamed at each other and he sat back down on the chair beside her.

“Well then...” the St Mungo’s healer began, “The good news is that not all of the fur is permanent. Your human half is asserting itself in that regard. Most of you will be relatively fur free by Thursday...”

“Most of me...?” squeaked Hermione anxiously.

“Well... erm... yes. That brings us to the bad news, the fur is the only thing that’s going to change. The cat ears, the tail, the erm... dear, are you sure you wouldn’t like your boyfriend to step outside?”

“No, you can talk about my private bits in front of Harry. I don’t care,”

Harry thought that HE rather cared, and wished he could hide somewhere. But Hermione was determined.

“Well, if you insist dear,” the Healer continued. “As I was saying, though you will lose the fur on most of your human body, your cat ears and tail will always be with you, and they will likely remain covered in fur. Also, your eight... er, ahem... nipples, will continue to develop. Though it is likely that only your human breasts will be functional--but we cannot be certain of that.”

“And... and... Oh please Miss Granger... Must we continue this in front of Mr Potter?”

“YES!” said Hermione, glowering. “If ANYBODY needs to know, it’s my boyfriend. You wouldn’t want us to engage in unsafe behaviors without knowing about any potential problems would you?”

Hermione had the Healer dead to rights on that point.. Hermione’s logic actually made the Healer feel MUCH better about talking in front of Harry. Though Harry still wasn’t certain that he felt much better about it.

In fact, the Healer now appeared to be regarding Hermione quite proudly.

“Right then, I suppose that makes some of this a bit easier then Miss Granger--you brave Gryffindor--because you will need a boyfriend to settle your urges when you go into heat. But don’t worry about getting pregnant dear. There are magic contraception charms you can use...”

Hermione gasped and Harry hid his face in his hands. Hermione had thought things between them would develop along normal time-frames, Maybe snogging for a year or so, then moving on to more interesting things as time went on.

“How soon?” Hermione moaned.

“Well dear, you are part feline. Instead of having a period once a month, you will go into heat...”

“But I’m due next week,” groaned Hermione.

“Oh dear...” said the healer, glancing at Harry, who was still hiding his face in his hands. “Well it looks like you and your boyfriend should get a move on then. There’s nothing else for it. We’ve performed all the tests we can, and have determined that this is irreversible.

Hermione felt less upset about that than she thought she would if the news went this way. She had got to like Harry scratching her behind the ear and stroking her tail, and just thinking about it was starting to make her feel excited. Harry too, wasn’t unhappy about the news. He loved Hermione’s ears and her tail.


When Thursday rolled around, Harry discovered a very happy (almost) fur free Hermione. Hermione was so happy, that she wanted to show Harry everything when he brought her lunch to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was gone for lunch when Harry came in with Hermione’s. Hermione set a potent locking spell on the door which could not be undone with an alohomora spell.

Then she yanked a curtain all the way around her bed so that nobody else could see even if they did manage to break down the door.

“Hermione... What’s going on? Aren’t we going to have lunch?” Harry asked.

“Ssssh silly! I have more I want to show you, not just my face,” Hermione replied.

Harry opened his mouth again, but Hermione put a finger to his lips and directed him to the chair at her bedside. Then Hermione pulled her hospital gown over her head and dropped it on the floor. She stood in front of Harry utterly naked with what she hoped was a sexy expression, but she couldn’t help grinning and giggling instead.

At first Harry looked shell-shocked. When Hermione hadn’t worn any clothes at times last week, he hadn’t really noticed, because her fur was as good as clothes in covering everything. He couldn’t help himself and began to get an erection. His face began to get hot and his breathing became more rapid.

Hermione was beautiful even without fur. From the front, she was completely hairless. There was nothing even between her legs (which--unknown to Harry--had been covered in a trimmed light brown downy patch prior to her change). Her first set of breasts were surprisingly well developed, but were not too large for her petite frame. Her pink nipples were as erect as they could possibly be. Just under Hermione’s original human breasts, was a second smaller pair just as pretty as the first, and its nipples were just as perky and pink. Below that were 2 more pairs of nipples on her abdomen.

Hermione turned around so that Harry could see her furry ginger tail. There was a slender line of orange fur running down her spine to meet it

Harry felt very weak, but excited. Hermione kissed Harry on the lips and took his hands, placing them on her first set of breasts. As Harry gently squeezed them Hermione began purring loudly. She pulled Harry off the chair and onto her bed, tearing off his clothes.

Hermione had come into heat three days earlier than expected and she couldn’t control herself at all around Harry. For his part, Harry got over the shock of being naked with an erection in front of Hermione much faster than he thought he would. He stroked her ears and her tail--which twitched wildly. Hermione was purring and rubbing her body against his.

She rolled on her back, opened her legs and guided Harry to her entrance. He couldn’t believe that anything could possibly feel as good as this. Hermione purred some more and writhed under Harry as he instinctively began to thrust himself into her. She wrapped her legs around Harry’s and pulled him tightly against her while kissing his neck and face and nibbling his ears. They rolled over and continued as Hermione straddled him and meowed loudly while moving rapidly up and down with him inside her moistness.

The sensation took Harry into an ecstatic oblivion. Hermione and Harry both climaxed together. Harry didn’t know what was happening. He felt a fluid ejaculating from himself into Hermione. She held him close as he continued to release himself inside of her.

When it was finished, he found that he was laying on top of Hermione again and they were both spent. It felt exceedingly pleasurable to just lie together naked and completely relaxed, But it was perhaps a bit too pleasurable as Harry’s penis began to stiffen again and press into Hermione’s thigh.

Hermione giggled to see it pop up again. It was an alright size, but Hermione was wondering what it would feel like if Harry were a bit bigger. It still felt like there was room for more. She grabbed her wand from her bedside table and pointed it at Harry’s penis.

“Engorgio,” she muttered.

Harry felt a tingling of magic in his erection, and it grew several inches longer and plumped up. Hermione straddled Harry again and lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her completely. She gazed lovingly at Harry as she sat on him, a thought striking her.

“I’m very sorry Harry. I didn’t ask you if you wanted to be bigger. Do you want me to make my breasts bigger? I know some boys like that.”

Harry shook his head.

“No. You’re perfect just the way you are Hermione. But I don’t mind you making me a bit bigger. Please leave it that way. I always feel stupid in the showers after quidditch because it looks so tiny next to everyone else’s.”

Hermione blushed at being called perfect. She giggled and began to slide herself up and down on Harry’s erect penis again. She leaned over while still riding Harry, butted her head against his, rubbed her face against him, and kissed him passionately. The second time took longer than the first, and it was even more intense. The pair rolled off the bed laughing.

Hermione got onto her knees, she put her arms on her bed and thrust her bottom out at Harry who reentered her from behind while stroking her furry tail in one hand and rubbing her behind a furry ear with the other one.

With every thrust, Harry’s larger penis was hitting all of the right spots inside of Hermione and she began to yowl as her tabby ginger tail whipped back and forth. If Harry wasn’t so lost in the throes of passion himself, he might have been worried about all of the noise they were making. But he was enjoying himself too much to care at that moment.

Harry was thrusting harder and faster than he had the first time, and with much better rhythm. Hermione felt him stiffen and knew what was about to happen. She squeezed herself tightly around his penis to keep Harry in her as she felt him squirting inside of her again. She had a powerful orgasm as Harry ejaculated.

When they were finished, Harry pulled stickily out, and some semen dribbled down Hermione’s inner thighs. After a few minutes recovering, Hermione kissed Harry.

“I love you Harry!” she whispered.

Harry decided that perhaps he did know what love was after all. He realized that it wasn’t just about sex, though that had been incredible. He just knew that he couldn’t bear to ever be without Hermione at his side.

“I love you too Hermione!” Harry said, and he kissed her back.